If anyone sees my boyfriend this afternoon, tell him that I miss him dearly and that the house is, indeed, still standing, although I broke a glass pitcher yesterday because it wasn’t able to handle the half-gallon of still-hot iced tea I’d just made. (The hounds and I avoided the glass shrapnel, and the sound was kinda cool, so everything worked out fine.) You can give him a kiss, too, if you like.
Oh. One more thing: ask him to call or email me at some point. I just want to know that he’s still alive and that his friends haven’t secretly set him up with a job and an apartment or anything. Nothing serious.
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